Romans & histoires Thomas & Friends Peter Sam

"Oh? Well, punch then. I saw a delicious-looking bowl when we came in." "Sounds good. See you later, man." Peter left with his date, and Samuel watched him. Since his birthday party, he hasn't mentioned his thoughts about Peter to anyone. Not even Ember, who had voiced her concerns about his change months back. He wasn't sure what he saw, but now, after seeing the same reaction, Samuel didn't doubt that something was wrong with his older brother. "I think you were right." He whispered to Ember. "About Peter." "What about him."

Peter. "Come in," I called, grateful for the interruption from my increasingly distracted thoughts. Peter entered with an unusually animated expression, his typically stoic demeanor showing cracks of barely contained excitement. "Sir, Ms. Shaw has had a falling out with Samuel. It turns out he was the mastermind behind everything," Peter reported, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. At the mention of Anna's name, my pulse quickened. I carefully kept my expression neutral, though I couldn't prevent the slight tightening of my fingers on the armrest.

I watch Sam pull away. I feel like a fool for not going after her. But I can't worry about that now. I can't worry about everything that our relationship isn't. She has Mr. Darcy now. I'm sure he'll make Sam very happy. The doorbell rings. It's Percy Jamrog. Percy comes in with his muddy boots. His shoes are always filthy. But, instead of going to college like the rest of us, Percy works with dirt. He started his business plowing snow, cutting down trees, and doing any other yard work he could get his hands on.

I'm serious, though. We hit the two-lane asphalt as soon as we dive away from the city. Sam has been striking a conversation with Peter, as I busy myself with the fascinating view through the half-scrolled window. "So, are you related to Liam?" I hear Sam asking him. "No," says Peter. "Sir Liam is my boss." Attempting to stay oblivious of the two, I grab my camera from the handbag, and start clicking some pictures. "How long will the ride take?" Again, she continues tormenting the poor guy.